Love is always in season . . .

As we gather to celebrate the season we share our stories. In my own life there are so many reasons for joy; good friends, a close-knit…

If you can’t say something nice . . .

Have you ever run into someone you haven’t seen in ages, or met up with friends for a happy hour and been greeted with a non-compliment?…

Barefoot, I step on the wooden bead. I grab my foot and rub out the pain in my arch. A few days ago the elastic in…

The weather has been beautiful in recent weeks, warm enough for shorts and summer dresses. I dig through a makeup bag searching for a second elastic…

Sipping my coffee, I assess the postcards that lay before me on the small counter top. I am purposeful about choosing the right card for the…

And the daily gratitude posts continue . . . Today I am especially grateful for my friends, ALL of my friends. I recognize that social media…

Generally, I do not save things. I have a one year rule . . . If I haven’t worn it, used it, or looked at it in a…

A few years ago a woman I hardly knew gave me a small handmade journal, bound with string and buttons, and covered with fabric and seashells. Her…